¹⁴ Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.

¹⁷ Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Bether.

⁹ My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.

¹⁷ And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And he that heareth, let him say, Come. And he that is athirst, let him come: he that will, let him take the water of life freely.

²⁰ He who testifieth these things saith, Yea: I come quickly. Amen: come, Lord Jesus.

⁶ Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.

¹² He said therefore, A certain nobleman went into a far country, to receive for himself a kingdom, and to return.

²³ But I am in a strait betwixt the two, having the desire to depart and be with Christ; for it is very far better: